Monday, May 24, 2010

(Don't) Stop messin' about...

I'm reading The Kenneth Williams Diaries at the moment. He was a peculiarly British character, and his celebrity was a testament to my home nation's enduring affection for eccentrics of all types - even effete, acidic homosexuals at a time when such a thing was still illegal.

His diaries are fascinating. I was a little apprehensive before I started reading them that the day-to-day pensées of even someone as witty as Williams wouldn't hold the attention for 800+ pages, but in fact it's as gripping as any novel or autobiography. Not just his name-dropping, forthright opinions, and outrageously indiscreet anecdotes, (all of which are extremely entertaining), but also the way you can clearly map how the repression of his sexuality - even while audiences loved him for his camp extravagance - led inexorably to agonising, self-loathing, and eventually suicide.

The diaries are heartily recommended, and let's cherish all our great British eccentrics - from Tony Benn and Patrick Moore, to Brian Sewell and the Two Fat Ladies. Here's a bit of Ken in his native habitat....

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Trans-hemispherical lover of literature, disciple of Brian Wilson, and producer of television, live music & cabaret.
Voracious consumer of culture both high and low; a simple life made impossible by an unfortunate surfeit of opinions.

London born and country bred, I washed up on the shores of Sydney in 2008, and - like so many before me - made it my home.